These 1am songs always hold extra thought when they're alone
They bring extra poignancy when the warmth of the sun is gone
its nights like tonight where i realise i love everything
but the lack of the sound of birds holds extra sting
I started this year with 100 promises
but 6 months in and i've just got cadences
my own choices leave sour consequences
but the days are gone where my heart still races
Waking up deeper in the bottom of a glass than you were last night could break through
to all the girls you never fell in love with and the songs you sang your hearts out to
but the girls are lost and the songs are gone and this feeling will never start to get old
cause the weekend always speaks to me, but the weekend never cares for me
I started this year with 100 promises
but 6 months in and i've just got cadences
my own choices leave sour consequences
but the days are gone where my heart still races
with glass ceilings and rolling hills
the ups and downs are always found
i'm glad this ship is sinking cause
i'm seasick and its getting me down
with glass ceilings and rolling hills
the ups and downs are always found
i'm glad this ship is sinking cause
i'm seasick and its getting me down
I started this year with 100 promises
but 6 months in and i've just got cadences
my own choices leave sour consequences
but the days are gone where my heart still races
Tuesday, 22 June 2010
Sunday, 20 June 2010
Songs About Love Always Sound Like Bad Bon Jovi Covers
The only time i have thats mine is almost wasted on being alive
and i'll drink 330ml bottles in a vain attempt to survive
so i will take each day as it comes and i will regret everything i say
the only thing worse than being alone is having someone and then ruining it all
i'm going to tell you that it's not you
but i can't handle guilt and blame too
i think we should blame the time and the place
it's never going to work, this has got to change
after all these years i'm left with no time to say the words that will redefine
the focus of everything we spent so much effort on, why can't i decide
if this decision is a choice i should never have had to make
if only the actions i'd never done had kept us the same
i'm going to tell you that it's not you
but i can't handle guilt and blame too
i think we should blame the time and the place
it's never going to work, this has got to change
this year is the year we're going to keep our heart
and show everyone else why the fire in our eyes still burns
this year is the year i'm going to change the way i act
and show myself that i can keep to this self-designed contract
i'm going to tell you that it's not you
but i can't handle guilt and blame too
i think we should blame the time and the place
it's never going to work, this has got to change
and i'll drink 330ml bottles in a vain attempt to survive
so i will take each day as it comes and i will regret everything i say
the only thing worse than being alone is having someone and then ruining it all
i'm going to tell you that it's not you
but i can't handle guilt and blame too
i think we should blame the time and the place
it's never going to work, this has got to change
after all these years i'm left with no time to say the words that will redefine
the focus of everything we spent so much effort on, why can't i decide
if this decision is a choice i should never have had to make
if only the actions i'd never done had kept us the same
i'm going to tell you that it's not you
but i can't handle guilt and blame too
i think we should blame the time and the place
it's never going to work, this has got to change
this year is the year we're going to keep our heart
and show everyone else why the fire in our eyes still burns
this year is the year i'm going to change the way i act
and show myself that i can keep to this self-designed contract
i'm going to tell you that it's not you
but i can't handle guilt and blame too
i think we should blame the time and the place
it's never going to work, this has got to change
Monday, 17 May 2010
The hardest thing about writing lyrics is...
...not trying to rip off whoever you're listening to a lot.
Or so I think.
I do my own little acoustic thing, which goes by the name of This Means War, mainly because I enjoy playing acoustic guitar and singing songs. People probably don't like it, but thats their problem.
I like to write my own songs too, but sometimes, I can't help but think i'm almost forcing the lyrics, under pressure of lack of good songs. So I decide to listen to bands when I write, to draw 'inspiration' almost. But when I do this, it almost feels like i'm ripping off the bands i'm listening to? I listened to a lot of Latterman, RVIVR and Spraynard, and wrote two very posi songs, and now i've been listening to Joy Division and The Smiths, all I wanna do is write a song about how lonely I feel. If I could listen to bands without feeling like I rip them off, then I would. I probably don't, but it feels that way.
Either way, i'm gonna listen to Latterman and write posi songs to cheer myself up.
So many beautiful people let themselves feel unfulfilled if they don't fit some pre-conceived notion of beauty.
If you let your heart tell you who you need to be you'll find a beautiful person in the mirror everyday.
And no magazine can ever give you that.
So take those expectations and throw them in the back and live life as your wish.
Stepping away from all of this.
If you let your heart tell you who you need to be you'll find a beautiful person in the mirror everyday.
Or so I think.
I do my own little acoustic thing, which goes by the name of This Means War, mainly because I enjoy playing acoustic guitar and singing songs. People probably don't like it, but thats their problem.
I like to write my own songs too, but sometimes, I can't help but think i'm almost forcing the lyrics, under pressure of lack of good songs. So I decide to listen to bands when I write, to draw 'inspiration' almost. But when I do this, it almost feels like i'm ripping off the bands i'm listening to? I listened to a lot of Latterman, RVIVR and Spraynard, and wrote two very posi songs, and now i've been listening to Joy Division and The Smiths, all I wanna do is write a song about how lonely I feel. If I could listen to bands without feeling like I rip them off, then I would. I probably don't, but it feels that way.
Either way, i'm gonna listen to Latterman and write posi songs to cheer myself up.
So many beautiful people let themselves feel unfulfilled if they don't fit some pre-conceived notion of beauty.
If you let your heart tell you who you need to be you'll find a beautiful person in the mirror everyday.
And no magazine can ever give you that.
So take those expectations and throw them in the back and live life as your wish.
Stepping away from all of this.
If you let your heart tell you who you need to be you'll find a beautiful person in the mirror everyday.
Sunday, 16 May 2010
Joy Division or The Smiths?
I'm gonna take a minute to speak about the weekend. I would speak about friday night, but considering I don't remember from about 9 oclock until about 11 the next day, I'm gonna skip that.
After I caught the bus back to Spalding, I walked to mcdonalds and spent my last remaining money on a banana milkshake. Punx. I made this last a good half hour, with a headache that felt like a brain tumour and a weariness ins my eyes that can only be explained by the night before, which I had no memory of. I then got a lift back home, and slept for a few hours, showered and then got on a bus to Long Sutton, to see Josh, who was back for the weekend, and his friend Adam Lond, who is mental, He brough a half-pint of lager at the sugarbeet, a fact that I only got reminded of the day after, and how much I laughed. I then arrived, and we decided to watch Ceremony videos and listen to Fast Point - I'm Sick pretty much on repeat. We then started comparing bands e.g Ceremony of Trash Talk? Joy Division Or The Smiths? and so on. We managed to make this last well over an hour, until Lewi came home from work. We then sat down and played Monopoly, and lets just say, I didn't do too well. I managed to get in jail twice (both times for rolling 3 doubles) before i'd even passed go. In the entire game, I went into jail 5 times, 4 of which were for rolling 3 doubles. I must have rolled at least 20 doubles in the whole game, like it was going out of fashion. I was then left with one single 10k note (cause we were playing the 21st century version, yes) and then Lewi owed Josh loads and gave up, so we stopped. We then watched a couple of episodes of Scrubs and went to sleep.
I spent most of the night laughing at this picture:
I'm now sat in lewi's kitchen, listening to Against Me! whilst he's doing sudoku. I'm calmly sipping on a glass of water, and I expect nothing else of my day, except home, Doctor Who and washing windows.
Can anybody tell me why God won't speak to me?
Why Jesus never called on me to part the fucking seas?
Why death is easier than living?
You can be almost anything
When you're on your fucking knees.
Not today,
Not my son,
Not my family,
Not while walking is still honest,
And you haven't given up on me.
After I caught the bus back to Spalding, I walked to mcdonalds and spent my last remaining money on a banana milkshake. Punx. I made this last a good half hour, with a headache that felt like a brain tumour and a weariness ins my eyes that can only be explained by the night before, which I had no memory of. I then got a lift back home, and slept for a few hours, showered and then got on a bus to Long Sutton, to see Josh, who was back for the weekend, and his friend Adam Lond, who is mental, He brough a half-pint of lager at the sugarbeet, a fact that I only got reminded of the day after, and how much I laughed. I then arrived, and we decided to watch Ceremony videos and listen to Fast Point - I'm Sick pretty much on repeat. We then started comparing bands e.g Ceremony of Trash Talk? Joy Division Or The Smiths? and so on. We managed to make this last well over an hour, until Lewi came home from work. We then sat down and played Monopoly, and lets just say, I didn't do too well. I managed to get in jail twice (both times for rolling 3 doubles) before i'd even passed go. In the entire game, I went into jail 5 times, 4 of which were for rolling 3 doubles. I must have rolled at least 20 doubles in the whole game, like it was going out of fashion. I was then left with one single 10k note (cause we were playing the 21st century version, yes) and then Lewi owed Josh loads and gave up, so we stopped. We then watched a couple of episodes of Scrubs and went to sleep.
I spent most of the night laughing at this picture:
I'm now sat in lewi's kitchen, listening to Against Me! whilst he's doing sudoku. I'm calmly sipping on a glass of water, and I expect nothing else of my day, except home, Doctor Who and washing windows.
Can anybody tell me why God won't speak to me?
Why Jesus never called on me to part the fucking seas?
Why death is easier than living?
You can be almost anything
When you're on your fucking knees.
Not today,
Not my son,
Not my family,
Not while walking is still honest,
And you haven't given up on me.
Thursday, 8 April 2010
The Numbers On A Payslip Are No Indication Of Worth
Apologies, I Have None are 4 guys from London, who play the best sing-along punk rock since Against Me! released Reinventing Axl Rose. They've just released a brand new 7" with two brand new tracks, 'Sat In Vicky Park' and 'Joiners And Windmills', and they're two of the best songs i've ever heard. And their e.p Two Sticks & Six Strings is equally as amazing. I've seen them live twice now, once in Camden playing with Nothington and You Me And The Atom Bomb, and at a headline show in Lincoln with Rooftops and Without Fire, and they killed it both times. Probably the best band, live band, and my favourite bandin the UK at the moment.
Well worth checking out.
Well worth checking out.
Friday, 12 March 2010
Nice little one liner.
Never before, have I spent time around so many people, yet felt so alone in the middle of it.
Monday, 15 February 2010
Does anyone know the words to this one?
So, house show was rad.
Waited in the cold for Tim, Jim, Kieran and Ian for ages as they went to the wrong town, and the wrong Cross Street, so that was fun.
I went on first, first 2 songs were okay, then it all went downhill. Third song, Chuck Ragan cover, forgot the last verse. Then played two of my own, forgot various parts. played Vatican Broadside which I remembered. Played another of my own which i forgot. Then Linoleum which I remembered, and Wagon Wheel which I also forgot. The Matt, he was rad, did some cool covers, then Tim and everyone went mental, pyramids and a 40+ year old guy crowdsurfing, John Turner wins. Then the cuddle and chat after sex, James Hull who played 4 songs which were all ace, and introduced me to a sweet band, Andrew Jackson Jihad. So all in all, not bad. After that, we played some singalong covers after tour guys left, and then went to get drunk. I would tell you all about that, but I have a 12-hour gap in my memory, which probably isn't cool.
Alcohol sucks, but house shows win.
Waited in the cold for Tim, Jim, Kieran and Ian for ages as they went to the wrong town, and the wrong Cross Street, so that was fun.
I went on first, first 2 songs were okay, then it all went downhill. Third song, Chuck Ragan cover, forgot the last verse. Then played two of my own, forgot various parts. played Vatican Broadside which I remembered. Played another of my own which i forgot. Then Linoleum which I remembered, and Wagon Wheel which I also forgot. The Matt, he was rad, did some cool covers, then Tim and everyone went mental, pyramids and a 40+ year old guy crowdsurfing, John Turner wins. Then the cuddle and chat after sex, James Hull who played 4 songs which were all ace, and introduced me to a sweet band, Andrew Jackson Jihad. So all in all, not bad. After that, we played some singalong covers after tour guys left, and then went to get drunk. I would tell you all about that, but I have a 12-hour gap in my memory, which probably isn't cool.
Alcohol sucks, but house shows win.
Wednesday, 10 February 2010
Half Man Half King?
Half Man, Half Biscuit is the greatest musical project ever (except Latterman, but i'm not going on about them). Check this, utter genius.
83% Of Your Self Esteem
So, this is my first ever 'blog' as such, rad.
This blog is named after a song by a band called Latterman, who tought me about life in one album than most other people have done my entire life. Means a lot, yo? This post is also named after a Latterman song, but don't worry, this won't be Latterman obsessed. Maybe.
But in all honesty, if you've never heard Latterman - No Matter Where We Go...! then you are seriously missing out. They split up before I got into them, but they are deeply ingrained in my heart. If one album could ever cheer you up, it's this.
I'm playing a rad house show on Saturday, my first show playing solo material, will be cool. If any videos/photos come up, i'll put them on here, cause I can.
Thats all.
This blog is named after a song by a band called Latterman, who tought me about life in one album than most other people have done my entire life. Means a lot, yo? This post is also named after a Latterman song, but don't worry, this won't be Latterman obsessed. Maybe.
But in all honesty, if you've never heard Latterman - No Matter Where We Go...! then you are seriously missing out. They split up before I got into them, but they are deeply ingrained in my heart. If one album could ever cheer you up, it's this.
I'm playing a rad house show on Saturday, my first show playing solo material, will be cool. If any videos/photos come up, i'll put them on here, cause I can.
Thats all.
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